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The van rolled to a stop and the door slid open. Chloe stepped out of the big black van. She stood curb side and looked at the asylum. It towered and seemed perfectly in place as though when the world was originally created -- whatever hand placed it right here amongst the trees that bordered the grounds.
The man that opened the door for her stood to her right and silently handed her a flier for the asylum. The flier read:
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Dark Asylum :: Rehabilitation
Welcome!
You may be wondering why you're here... and that is completely understandable. Due to the recent tragic events that have happened out against our country the government has recruited young people here to deal with the problems from the bombs that hit our country over a year ago. After the bomb parents, teachers, and guardians were reporting strange behaviors amongst their young pupils in their lives. We are here to help you cope with any of these strange behaviors -- if needed. We know that during times like these things can happen to people on a weird and almost molecular level. All of the staff here at the Dark Asylum are here to help you and better rehabilitate you. So, on that note -- please put trust into the staff for they are trying to better understand any and all problems that have been presented by the tragedy. Thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
Dark Asylum Staff
** Please, report to the asylum map on the right hand side of the door as you enter into the asylum and find Commons Room for orientation. No wandering will be tolerated at this time -- staff will be walking around and what not if you find it troubling to find the Commons Room. We will be starting orientation at 4pm sharp! Please be there.
Thank you very much!
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Chloe noted the sternness of the flier. This wasn't going to be some play ground or amusement park. This was the real deal -- she was locked away from the real world as though she was the criminal. Never again to see her family -- nearly the only survivors in the whole city she was from.
She made her way to the front door of the huge towering asylum. Treading through the freshly mowed grass she got a sniff of summer time -- laying out on the lawn under the old willow tree by the lake -- even though it was nearly fall. Spotting the huge map the Commons Room seemed to be down the main hall and off to the right. She decided to go try and find herself a seat -- see all the other government declared freaks that had arrived before her.
When she entered the Commons room they had fold out tables set up facing towards a podium at the front. The podium was placed in front of a huge window that looked out over the what appeared to be the court yard. On the tables there were packets of papers that described the different rules of the asylum and what not. On the cover of each packet was the same "Welcome" letter she had gotten from her driver. She had found a seat towards the back left and decided she'd take a seat there.
What could they possible have to tell us? she thought to herself, Welcome to hell, please try hard not to kill yourselves.
Chloe realized her dry jokes weren't satisfying her. She took a seat and started thumbing through the packet of papers in front of her. It seemed to be just schedules, maps of the area, and forms that she needed to sign. There were pens taped to the table also. She picked it up and started signing the things she was being forced to agree to.
It mentioned psychiatric help and different appointments. In her mind she had already decided that this was no hospital -- it was a prison. Someplace where they kept the 'freaks'... but what were they all so afraid of? Or was it even fear that was controlling their actions? She couldn't figure it out and kept thumbing through the paperwork in front of her -- reading and signing. Waiting for the rest of the people to show up and get this little thing going.
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by RaceTrack.Rodeo on Sat Oct 04, 2008 12:06 am
[[M]] for crude language and descriptive violence.
Enter: Riley Kade.
The journey to the Dark Aylum was long. And dark. The sounds of travel were muffled by what seemed to be the rough texture of a dark woolen sack pulled over the young man's head. A set of sharp blue eyes darted about beneath the scratchy wool, but there was nothing to be seen. The sounds that Riley Kade heard were those of tires screeched on a driveway. Booted footsteps falling heavily upon the aspphalt, crunching bits of strewn gravel beneath the heavy-set man's weight. The merry jingle of his ring of keys. The sliding open of the black van's door. His breath was quickening, shortening, his heart thrashing about within the confines of his chiseled chest and well-muscled ribcage and abdomen. The heat within the van was intense, sweat dripped down every inch of the young Texan. His wrists, bound behind his back with the same itchy wollen material, were slick with perspiration.
A voice scented with the strong aroma of hard liquor broken the shattering silence. "Out." "Go fuck yerself."A rather unfriendly hand gripped hard onto Riley's quivering tricep in response to the proposal. Muscles rippled against his bones as Riley denied himself the pleasure of Shifting. Not in front of this man.. he told himself, confident that this man was capable of interferring with the process of Shape-Shifting. The grip on his arm tightened as Riley was thrown from the heat of the van into the crisp air of somewhere else. The air was cleaner here. His lungs rejoiced. Sweat cooled his overheating body, but his muscled still quivered and his breath was still hot and quick. Onto his knees he fell, ripping the knees of his slim-fitted Cinch jeans. Quick reflexes had Riley up on his feet in a quick moment, his head hung slightlty down but his neck stiff and body tense with an eagerness for change.
Another hand grabbed on Riley's head, ripping the woolen sack off in a single tear. Momentarily blinded, Riley jerked his head to the sound of light footsteps. His eyes constrewed themselves together in effort to assist in the proces of thought, Where am I? He blinked rapidly, hastening the return of his sight, to see an ugly man, burly and thick, gripping his arm and leading him down the driveway towards an enormous building. Again, he thought, but this time, aloud. "What is this place?" He turned his head to look at the ugly man, but there was no response, only a wuickening in pace. Moments passed and the burly man stopped, released his grip on his arm, removing the binds on Riley's wrist while thrusting a rather unnattractive flier into his hands. The young man glanced over it, and tossed it on the ground at the man's feet, spitting in his face as a protest. Before the man had a chance to react, the young man had Shifted, taking shape of a raven he had seen circling the perimeter of the asylum. The ebony bird flapped its wings wildly in the man's face, talons extended and ripping into flesh, gripping tight onto lip and cheek while sharp beak forced itself into the man's eyes sockets. Loud caws and a rush of blood, screams and feather, and both had had popped like grapes, twisted onto the raven's talons and beat. The black bird was stained with the burly man's blood as he lifted himself off of the man's face, excreting upon the man as he dropped to his knees, hands to his empty, bleeding eye sockets. The screams were so prescious...
In an instant, the young man shifted forms, the time allowed for duty in whatever form he chose to take being short. He used his time wisely, as always, grabbing his leather sack of belongings, and his hat, from within the darkness of the Black Van. Picking up a brisk walk, Riley Kade strode past the bleeding, sobbing mess he had created, straight for what seemed to be the main entrance to the Asylum. His gait was smooth and his gaze was hidden immediately behind a pair of extremely reflective aviator sunglasses, beneath the darkness of his cowboy hat. He caught a glance of a girl walking, a decided to follow close behind, the only sign of his presence being the chill in the air and the soft scent of sweat and sweet cologne.
Fuck introductions. Why not spook your prey? "Mornin' Ma'am," Southern hospitality never seemed to leave Riley Kade as he walked with a smooth purpose and matched Clohe's gait. He eyed the flier she held, sending a warm, slightly charming smile her way. "Where we headin'?"
Enter: Riley Kade.
The journey to the Dark Aylum was long. And dark. The sounds of travel were muffled by what seemed to be the rough texture of a dark woolen sack pulled over the young man's head. A set of sharp blue eyes darted about beneath the scratchy wool, but there was nothing to be seen. The sounds that Riley Kade heard were those of tires screeched on a driveway. Booted footsteps falling heavily upon the aspphalt, crunching bits of strewn gravel beneath the heavy-set man's weight. The merry jingle of his ring of keys. The sliding open of the black van's door. His breath was quickening, shortening, his heart thrashing about within the confines of his chiseled chest and well-muscled ribcage and abdomen. The heat within the van was intense, sweat dripped down every inch of the young Texan. His wrists, bound behind his back with the same itchy wollen material, were slick with perspiration.
A voice scented with the strong aroma of hard liquor broken the shattering silence. "Out." "Go fuck yerself."A rather unfriendly hand gripped hard onto Riley's quivering tricep in response to the proposal. Muscles rippled against his bones as Riley denied himself the pleasure of Shifting. Not in front of this man.. he told himself, confident that this man was capable of interferring with the process of Shape-Shifting. The grip on his arm tightened as Riley was thrown from the heat of the van into the crisp air of somewhere else. The air was cleaner here. His lungs rejoiced. Sweat cooled his overheating body, but his muscled still quivered and his breath was still hot and quick. Onto his knees he fell, ripping the knees of his slim-fitted Cinch jeans. Quick reflexes had Riley up on his feet in a quick moment, his head hung slightlty down but his neck stiff and body tense with an eagerness for change.
Another hand grabbed on Riley's head, ripping the woolen sack off in a single tear. Momentarily blinded, Riley jerked his head to the sound of light footsteps. His eyes constrewed themselves together in effort to assist in the proces of thought, Where am I? He blinked rapidly, hastening the return of his sight, to see an ugly man, burly and thick, gripping his arm and leading him down the driveway towards an enormous building. Again, he thought, but this time, aloud. "What is this place?" He turned his head to look at the ugly man, but there was no response, only a wuickening in pace. Moments passed and the burly man stopped, released his grip on his arm, removing the binds on Riley's wrist while thrusting a rather unnattractive flier into his hands. The young man glanced over it, and tossed it on the ground at the man's feet, spitting in his face as a protest. Before the man had a chance to react, the young man had Shifted, taking shape of a raven he had seen circling the perimeter of the asylum. The ebony bird flapped its wings wildly in the man's face, talons extended and ripping into flesh, gripping tight onto lip and cheek while sharp beak forced itself into the man's eyes sockets. Loud caws and a rush of blood, screams and feather, and both had had popped like grapes, twisted onto the raven's talons and beat. The black bird was stained with the burly man's blood as he lifted himself off of the man's face, excreting upon the man as he dropped to his knees, hands to his empty, bleeding eye sockets. The screams were so prescious...
In an instant, the young man shifted forms, the time allowed for duty in whatever form he chose to take being short. He used his time wisely, as always, grabbing his leather sack of belongings, and his hat, from within the darkness of the Black Van. Picking up a brisk walk, Riley Kade strode past the bleeding, sobbing mess he had created, straight for what seemed to be the main entrance to the Asylum. His gait was smooth and his gaze was hidden immediately behind a pair of extremely reflective aviator sunglasses, beneath the darkness of his cowboy hat. He caught a glance of a girl walking, a decided to follow close behind, the only sign of his presence being the chill in the air and the soft scent of sweat and sweet cologne.
Fuck introductions. Why not spook your prey? "Mornin' Ma'am," Southern hospitality never seemed to leave Riley Kade as he walked with a smooth purpose and matched Clohe's gait. He eyed the flier she held, sending a warm, slightly charming smile her way. "Where we headin'?"
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Quit tryin' not to lose, and start ridin' like you want to win.
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Quit tryin' not to lose, and start ridin' like you want to win.
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RaceTrack.Rodeo - Member for 4 years
Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by tigerz-peace on Sat Oct 04, 2008 1:30 am
Isabella Rose Darwin closed her eyes, taking a slow, slow drag of her cigarette. It was orientation day - god, how she hated orientation day. Occurring once a month, it was when they dragged in more freaks, more of her kind. For a moment, she wondered if there would be any shifters. Currently she was the only shifter present in the Asylum, the rest haven gone too far and killed themselves from using their abilities, or revealed too much and had been taken away. For what, Bella assumed, was further experimental reasons or government use.
Another reason Bella hated orientation - there was the chance she would have to move rooms, again, and knowing her luck, her "doctor" would push her into socializing. Bella allowed herself to sink into thought, sitting there on that bench, legs parted with her arms hanging between them, elbows resting on thighs. Occasionally she would move, merely to bring the cigarette to her lips.
A long, ghastly scream echoed through the music of Bella's disc-man and brought her thoughts to the surface. It was a scream of pain, and it was male - both things caused Bella's lips to curl into an amused smirk, briefly imagining what Joe would sound like screaming, pleading and begging for mercy.
Glancing at the cigarette butt between her fingers, Bella allowed her face to contort into a fleetingly disgusted look. Throwing the butt to the ground, the eighteen year old crushed the fading light out with the heel of her shoe and looked up. David was watching her, her Doctor - well, one of them. After two hours it had become obvious that Isabella would need two doctors, one male, one female, otherwise no one was getting anywhere with her. Even with a doctor of both genders, they struggled.
David glared at her sternly, beckoning Bella and jabbing his thumb in the direction of the Common Room. Bella glared right back, her piercing blue stare unrelenting, and shamefully it was David who had to lower his gaze. Her turned away then, and moved on about his business.
Spitting in a futile attempt to rid herself of the vile taste in her mouth, Bella noted to quit smoking, then scoffed at herself. Tossing her head and adjusting her head phones as the classical music she had been listening to changed abruptly to Josh Turners "Long Black Train", Bella allowed her blonde hair to frame her face once more, messily.
Crossing the courtyard, Bella glanced through the Commons Room window, spotting two new arrivals.
"And another one bites the dust she muttered." Her eyes once more straying to the two as she walked, eying what could only ever be a cowboy.
A cowboy, in the Asylum?! Now thats a first.
Another reason Bella hated orientation - there was the chance she would have to move rooms, again, and knowing her luck, her "doctor" would push her into socializing. Bella allowed herself to sink into thought, sitting there on that bench, legs parted with her arms hanging between them, elbows resting on thighs. Occasionally she would move, merely to bring the cigarette to her lips.
A long, ghastly scream echoed through the music of Bella's disc-man and brought her thoughts to the surface. It was a scream of pain, and it was male - both things caused Bella's lips to curl into an amused smirk, briefly imagining what Joe would sound like screaming, pleading and begging for mercy.
Glancing at the cigarette butt between her fingers, Bella allowed her face to contort into a fleetingly disgusted look. Throwing the butt to the ground, the eighteen year old crushed the fading light out with the heel of her shoe and looked up. David was watching her, her Doctor - well, one of them. After two hours it had become obvious that Isabella would need two doctors, one male, one female, otherwise no one was getting anywhere with her. Even with a doctor of both genders, they struggled.
David glared at her sternly, beckoning Bella and jabbing his thumb in the direction of the Common Room. Bella glared right back, her piercing blue stare unrelenting, and shamefully it was David who had to lower his gaze. Her turned away then, and moved on about his business.
Spitting in a futile attempt to rid herself of the vile taste in her mouth, Bella noted to quit smoking, then scoffed at herself. Tossing her head and adjusting her head phones as the classical music she had been listening to changed abruptly to Josh Turners "Long Black Train", Bella allowed her blonde hair to frame her face once more, messily.
Crossing the courtyard, Bella glanced through the Commons Room window, spotting two new arrivals.
"And another one bites the dust she muttered." Her eyes once more straying to the two as she walked, eying what could only ever be a cowboy.
A cowboy, in the Asylum?! Now thats a first.
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tigerz-peace - Member for 5 years
Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by RaceTrack.Rodeo on Sat Oct 04, 2008 2:02 am
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RaceTrack.Rodeo - Member for 4 years
Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by sophomoric on Sat Oct 04, 2008 2:07 am
Rob faintly heard the door bang open, but he still kept his eyes shut. He knew in the back of his head that it was late in the afternoon, but hey, it was a sunday afterall. And every second sunday in the month was the day he dreaded, though he hated every day here. Sundays were the days when the new kids came, that he had figured out, already.
He had only been conscious (sp?) for two months, though he hadn't gotten a straight answer on where he was and how long he had been out. Once he had woken from his coma, he was sick, infested with radioactivity. The doctors didn't care, however, they just kept testing him and testing him. They wanted to "discover" something about Rob, but he couldn't figure out what they were looking for.
His body was struggling to survive from the high dose of radioactivity that he had gotten from the bomb, and the doctors did not do a thing to help. They let him suffer, he just wanted to die.
Now, what did they want? He didn't move from his bed, still not opening his eyes. "What do you want?" He groaned.
The man he knew was standing there spoke "Get up. It's orientation, we need to present you to the new kids. You know the drill. Now get up!" The man stormed out the door. No respect.
Rob slowly got up. He could skip, but he decided not to. Last month, he didn't go because of his sickness, and they punished him. Now, he was healthy as ever, and would not test their strength, not yet. He was in his boxers, already, so he just through on a T-shirt and some baggy jeans. He'd shower later...
He closed his eyes, and remembered his ability that he had just found out about a week before. He hadn't displayed it to the doctors, he'd keep it a secret. Still, he couldn't help but test it. Slowly, he felt a gush of wind around him, and tried to direct it to the door, to see if it would open for him.
After a few minutes, it still wasn't working. Maybe he was doing it wrong. He shrugged it off and made his way out of the dorm room. Hopefully his room wouldn't get switched. He got to the Common Room and sat down, pulling out a cigarette from behind his ear. They were only allowed to smoke in the designated areas, but he did it anyway, however. Where were all the freaks?
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sophomoric - Member for 4 years
Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by tardmuffin on Sat Oct 04, 2008 3:47 am
Sitting there in the hard metal fold out chair her bottom began to feel a little numb. Hoping that this whole charade would hurry up and be over with -- though she knew that it would more than likely drag on like most everything else in her life.
Staring down at the flier that had been handed to her by the mysterious agent from the van -- her eyes zeroed in on one line, "All of the staff here at the Dark Asylum are here to help you and better rehabilitate you." Something about it seemed a little force fed. What, exactly, did they need rehabilitation from? Chloe wasn't on any sorts of drugs, though she wasn't sure about the others. But, seriously, what had happened to them that was so terrible they needed to be placed in here for people to poke and prod at their minds for? As she was staring down at the line typed into the near middle of the page she felt her fingers begin to tingle. It was happening again -- the edge of the paper began to blacken. A small trail of smoke rose up from the table she was sitting at -- noticing this she quickly stopped concentrating on the paper as to not set it ablaze like she had done with so many other things. On that note -- her mind began to wander.
Any outsider walking up to her would notice that her deep hazel eyes were glazed over under her vibrant red choppy fringe bangs. On the inside she was thinking about her life and what all had happened. It happened so fast -- too fast.
A blasting sound came from her laptop that was conveniently placed on the black night stand beside her bed. The noise blaring from the speakers woke her a little suddenly -- her eyes shot open wide and then squinting as her pupils dilated and adjusted to the few rays of morning light glaring in through her blinds. Just another day -- ordinary, or so it seemed. From under the pile of over stuffed white comforters and fluffy white pillows came a groan of displeasure. Wondering why she couldn't just sleep a tad bit longer always ran through her mind at this moment in time -- then the realization of school came into play. It clouded her view of a perfect Monday were she was able to sleep in and then wake up to random trashy sitcoms on television and a huge bowl of Lucky Charms in her petite hands. Ah, how she dreamed at night for that day. But, alas that wonderful dream wasn't today -- today was the dreaded nightmare of a English test. Pulling herself out of the entangling mess that was her bedding she was finally free from the white clouds which kept her cozy throughout the nights. Throwing her legs over the side of the bed her feet gracefully slid into black fuzzy slippers -- standing up and stretching a bit to loosen the joints as she bound towards the bathroom for a shower. Though her hair was a vibrant red she liked to keep her surroundings and wardrobe to a dull roar -- blacks, grays, and whites were what suited her interests.
The car ride to school was boring and non eventful. Her mother never talked to her -- nearly ever. The last time that she had had a conversation with her mother was when she had gotten a splinter in her finger from running her hand down a wooden railing -- all she asked was where the tweezers were and her mother said 'in the bathroom'... that was nearly a week ago. For some reason, Chloe felt as though her mother didn't care about her at all -- as if there was some other mysterious child in the house the drew more of everyone's attention. Chloe was an only child -- who had everything she wanted in the whole world except for her parents. She had often times devised plans to try and buy them back -- they all failed. Her parents no more wanted her attention and love than she wanted their distance and confusion. Although her father was very over protective -- she figured this was so she wouldn't put a black mark on their families name.
After reaching the school and hopping out of the car her mother gave her a little gesture with her hand. Inside Chloe's mind it was her mothers way of saying, 'I love you dear, please be careful today at school.' Though it really only meant 'Goodbye.' At the door were a few of her friends waiting for her -- after seeing them she wiped the pout off of her face and decided to cheer up. Today was a new day and anything could happen. That anything did happen. No more than five minutes later the earth beneath her feet began to tremble. People began scattering everywhere in front of her. The building around her began to take on its full weight and tried to cave in on itself. She darted for the door -- trying to motion her friends to follow but it was too late. They had been trapped under the ceiling and sender blocks that had caved in over them. Outside was no better -- green, black, and gray clouds of smoke and dust bellowed over her. She stupidly inhaled deeply taking in a full lung of the mix -- it resulted in her passing out.
Waking up was the hardest part. While she was laying on the sidewalk in front of the school that had collapsed -- she couldn't remember anything. But upon waking up it was as if a flood gate had been opened -- the memories kept coming and there was no way to stop them. The last image she could remember was staring at her friends blank brown eyes as he lay crushed under a pile of rubble. Blood dripping down his forehead. Once the memories had officially caught up to her and hit her full force -- she exploded into a rage of fire. Red, yellow, orange, and a light blue engulfed all that she was. At the sight... she fainted again. When she came to she was laying back in her white covered bed -- parents peering over her along with some other men dressed in black. What happened to her?
She snapped back to reality as a couple more people trailed into the Commons Room. Noting to herself to try and stop spacing out she stared at the wall in distance. Noticing that her hand was tingling -- but nothing was happening -- she focused on something else... staring down at the typed papers in front of her again but only concentrating on the calm of black and white.
Staring down at the flier that had been handed to her by the mysterious agent from the van -- her eyes zeroed in on one line, "All of the staff here at the Dark Asylum are here to help you and better rehabilitate you." Something about it seemed a little force fed. What, exactly, did they need rehabilitation from? Chloe wasn't on any sorts of drugs, though she wasn't sure about the others. But, seriously, what had happened to them that was so terrible they needed to be placed in here for people to poke and prod at their minds for? As she was staring down at the line typed into the near middle of the page she felt her fingers begin to tingle. It was happening again -- the edge of the paper began to blacken. A small trail of smoke rose up from the table she was sitting at -- noticing this she quickly stopped concentrating on the paper as to not set it ablaze like she had done with so many other things. On that note -- her mind began to wander.
Any outsider walking up to her would notice that her deep hazel eyes were glazed over under her vibrant red choppy fringe bangs. On the inside she was thinking about her life and what all had happened. It happened so fast -- too fast.
A blasting sound came from her laptop that was conveniently placed on the black night stand beside her bed. The noise blaring from the speakers woke her a little suddenly -- her eyes shot open wide and then squinting as her pupils dilated and adjusted to the few rays of morning light glaring in through her blinds. Just another day -- ordinary, or so it seemed. From under the pile of over stuffed white comforters and fluffy white pillows came a groan of displeasure. Wondering why she couldn't just sleep a tad bit longer always ran through her mind at this moment in time -- then the realization of school came into play. It clouded her view of a perfect Monday were she was able to sleep in and then wake up to random trashy sitcoms on television and a huge bowl of Lucky Charms in her petite hands. Ah, how she dreamed at night for that day. But, alas that wonderful dream wasn't today -- today was the dreaded nightmare of a English test. Pulling herself out of the entangling mess that was her bedding she was finally free from the white clouds which kept her cozy throughout the nights. Throwing her legs over the side of the bed her feet gracefully slid into black fuzzy slippers -- standing up and stretching a bit to loosen the joints as she bound towards the bathroom for a shower. Though her hair was a vibrant red she liked to keep her surroundings and wardrobe to a dull roar -- blacks, grays, and whites were what suited her interests.
The car ride to school was boring and non eventful. Her mother never talked to her -- nearly ever. The last time that she had had a conversation with her mother was when she had gotten a splinter in her finger from running her hand down a wooden railing -- all she asked was where the tweezers were and her mother said 'in the bathroom'... that was nearly a week ago. For some reason, Chloe felt as though her mother didn't care about her at all -- as if there was some other mysterious child in the house the drew more of everyone's attention. Chloe was an only child -- who had everything she wanted in the whole world except for her parents. She had often times devised plans to try and buy them back -- they all failed. Her parents no more wanted her attention and love than she wanted their distance and confusion. Although her father was very over protective -- she figured this was so she wouldn't put a black mark on their families name.
After reaching the school and hopping out of the car her mother gave her a little gesture with her hand. Inside Chloe's mind it was her mothers way of saying, 'I love you dear, please be careful today at school.' Though it really only meant 'Goodbye.' At the door were a few of her friends waiting for her -- after seeing them she wiped the pout off of her face and decided to cheer up. Today was a new day and anything could happen. That anything did happen. No more than five minutes later the earth beneath her feet began to tremble. People began scattering everywhere in front of her. The building around her began to take on its full weight and tried to cave in on itself. She darted for the door -- trying to motion her friends to follow but it was too late. They had been trapped under the ceiling and sender blocks that had caved in over them. Outside was no better -- green, black, and gray clouds of smoke and dust bellowed over her. She stupidly inhaled deeply taking in a full lung of the mix -- it resulted in her passing out.
Waking up was the hardest part. While she was laying on the sidewalk in front of the school that had collapsed -- she couldn't remember anything. But upon waking up it was as if a flood gate had been opened -- the memories kept coming and there was no way to stop them. The last image she could remember was staring at her friends blank brown eyes as he lay crushed under a pile of rubble. Blood dripping down his forehead. Once the memories had officially caught up to her and hit her full force -- she exploded into a rage of fire. Red, yellow, orange, and a light blue engulfed all that she was. At the sight... she fainted again. When she came to she was laying back in her white covered bed -- parents peering over her along with some other men dressed in black. What happened to her?
She snapped back to reality as a couple more people trailed into the Commons Room. Noting to herself to try and stop spacing out she stared at the wall in distance. Noticing that her hand was tingling -- but nothing was happening -- she focused on something else... staring down at the typed papers in front of her again but only concentrating on the calm of black and white.
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tardmuffin - Member for 4 years
Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by Kwontumn on Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:41 am
Alexi awoke on his bed, and the first thing he felt was a cold sensation. When he arrived in his room the first thing he did was lay down on his bed and fell asleep almost immiedietly. And now he had awoken to a cold room, his eyes hurt as they readjusted to the light of the room. His body almost instinctively yawned but he stopped, if he used his ability here many would be hurt.
Alexi slowly rose from his bed, contemplating at what had transpired before. That black van he saw, and those two men that grabbed him were burned into his memory, almost like a photograph. He walked over to his bathroom sink and splashed some cold water in his face, immiedietly causing a rush in his body.
He walked over to the desk in his room and grabbed his black fedora. Looking in the mirror he readjusted the hat a few times to find the right style. He lost himself, as he looked at himself he thought Look to what you've come to Alexi! You can't talk! You look miserable, you're so paranoid your afraid yawning is going to kill somebody. But this is where they're going to fix you, either that....or kill you.... he was angered by what his sub-concious had said and said to himself in his mind Fuck you! This isn't Aushwitz! They would'nt do that do us, they can't!....just keeping telling yourself that.... His mind echoed back.
Alexi finally looked away from the mirror, while he looked away he spotted the flier for the asylum. He picked it up once more and studied it again, he let out a chuckle on instinct and the mirror infront of him cracked from the intense sound waves. Alexi mouthed Shit! as he backed away, dropping the flier.
I need to learn to control it, that way I could...you know...actually talk to people! he thought as he made his way towards door to his room. Was he aloud to leave? He didn't care, he opened the door and it was unlocked, so he assumed it must be alowd.
He took a peek out of door and saw many people, obviously with abilities. He could tell by their depressed looks or their evil grins on the peoples faces. So this is what its come to? We are a threat, but they can't kill us. So they lock us away in a god damn asylum...this is sickening he thought with a disgusted look on his face.
He decided he did not want to have to walk among the "living dead" as he nicknamed them. But what would he do? As he contemplated this question two knocked emanated from the door. Alexi was taken back a few steps, the last thing his ears expected was a knock on the door.
He quickly walked towards, twisting the handle and pulling it open. A nurse looking woman, in her late 20's stood there with a clip board. "Alexi Prast?" She said, not sure how to pronounce his name. Alexi simply nodded and the nurse walked in. Don't ask to come in or anything... he said in his mind as he gave the nurse a glare.
"Please have a seat..." The nurse said, her hand pointing to the metal chair. Alexi hesitated, he was cold enough as it was, he did not want to sit in a freezing metal chair. The nurse motioned her finger at the chair again and Alexi decided to just suck it up. He sat down slowly as the cold metal sent a chill up his spine. He situated himself to be somewhat comfortable and then looked at the nurse.
"So Alexi...What is your ability?" She asked with a scared but curious look on her face. Alexi just shook his head, trying to ask her for the clipboard. She finally realized what he was asking and she gave it to him. Alexi grabbed the clipboard and a pen from the nurse and wrote down all the information that was required on the sheet.
The nurse looked up at Alexi, a confused look on her face "Sound wave manipulation? We havn't got that one yet! What does it do?" Alexi looked at her Please don't bring this up he thought, but he decided to cooperate and wrote on a scrap piece of paper I talk, you deaf he was too lazy by now to actually be litterate, having to do this everything he met someone new. The nurse looked up at him, a sad look in her eyes "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize...I'll go..." As the nurse took the pen back she walked towards the door, her high heels making a distinct clack on the floor. This suddenly bothered Alexi, he wished it would stop. He heard silence.
He looked up but the nurse was still walking, it seemed she had not noticed. When the nurse turned around to say something Alexi lost his concentration. "Well atleast you won't be filed away..." she said with a sort of trying to be positive but failing voice. She left the room and shut the door behind her.
Alexi thought about what had just transpired, he had erased the sound waves of the nurses shoes just by thinking about it. He thought it was just his voice that had changed. Alexi undressed, putting his fedora back on the desk where he had found it and got under the covers and fell asleep once more.
(OOC: My fingers are on fire! Ouch!))
Alexi slowly rose from his bed, contemplating at what had transpired before. That black van he saw, and those two men that grabbed him were burned into his memory, almost like a photograph. He walked over to his bathroom sink and splashed some cold water in his face, immiedietly causing a rush in his body.
He walked over to the desk in his room and grabbed his black fedora. Looking in the mirror he readjusted the hat a few times to find the right style. He lost himself, as he looked at himself he thought Look to what you've come to Alexi! You can't talk! You look miserable, you're so paranoid your afraid yawning is going to kill somebody. But this is where they're going to fix you, either that....or kill you.... he was angered by what his sub-concious had said and said to himself in his mind Fuck you! This isn't Aushwitz! They would'nt do that do us, they can't!....just keeping telling yourself that.... His mind echoed back.
Alexi finally looked away from the mirror, while he looked away he spotted the flier for the asylum. He picked it up once more and studied it again, he let out a chuckle on instinct and the mirror infront of him cracked from the intense sound waves. Alexi mouthed Shit! as he backed away, dropping the flier.
I need to learn to control it, that way I could...you know...actually talk to people! he thought as he made his way towards door to his room. Was he aloud to leave? He didn't care, he opened the door and it was unlocked, so he assumed it must be alowd.
He took a peek out of door and saw many people, obviously with abilities. He could tell by their depressed looks or their evil grins on the peoples faces. So this is what its come to? We are a threat, but they can't kill us. So they lock us away in a god damn asylum...this is sickening he thought with a disgusted look on his face.
He decided he did not want to have to walk among the "living dead" as he nicknamed them. But what would he do? As he contemplated this question two knocked emanated from the door. Alexi was taken back a few steps, the last thing his ears expected was a knock on the door.
He quickly walked towards, twisting the handle and pulling it open. A nurse looking woman, in her late 20's stood there with a clip board. "Alexi Prast?" She said, not sure how to pronounce his name. Alexi simply nodded and the nurse walked in. Don't ask to come in or anything... he said in his mind as he gave the nurse a glare.
"Please have a seat..." The nurse said, her hand pointing to the metal chair. Alexi hesitated, he was cold enough as it was, he did not want to sit in a freezing metal chair. The nurse motioned her finger at the chair again and Alexi decided to just suck it up. He sat down slowly as the cold metal sent a chill up his spine. He situated himself to be somewhat comfortable and then looked at the nurse.
"So Alexi...What is your ability?" She asked with a scared but curious look on her face. Alexi just shook his head, trying to ask her for the clipboard. She finally realized what he was asking and she gave it to him. Alexi grabbed the clipboard and a pen from the nurse and wrote down all the information that was required on the sheet.
The nurse looked up at Alexi, a confused look on her face "Sound wave manipulation? We havn't got that one yet! What does it do?" Alexi looked at her Please don't bring this up he thought, but he decided to cooperate and wrote on a scrap piece of paper I talk, you deaf he was too lazy by now to actually be litterate, having to do this everything he met someone new. The nurse looked up at him, a sad look in her eyes "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize...I'll go..." As the nurse took the pen back she walked towards the door, her high heels making a distinct clack on the floor. This suddenly bothered Alexi, he wished it would stop. He heard silence.
He looked up but the nurse was still walking, it seemed she had not noticed. When the nurse turned around to say something Alexi lost his concentration. "Well atleast you won't be filed away..." she said with a sort of trying to be positive but failing voice. She left the room and shut the door behind her.
Alexi thought about what had just transpired, he had erased the sound waves of the nurses shoes just by thinking about it. He thought it was just his voice that had changed. Alexi undressed, putting his fedora back on the desk where he had found it and got under the covers and fell asleep once more.
(OOC: My fingers are on fire! Ouch!))
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by IceFoxJess on Sat Oct 04, 2008 7:58 am
Jessica leaned her back against the wall of the van she was forcefully pushed in no more then three hours ago. 'I hate this, I hate this!' Jessica thought as she felt the tips of her fingers start to go cold. 'And that sure doesn’t help… .’ She took a deep breath trying to calm herself befor she got too mad suddenly the van stops and the sound of the van door opening meet her ears. "Wake up." the guard ordered "I am, I'm just trying not to freeze everything in a block of ice." Jessica said getting up.
"Is that a threat?" the guard asked pulling her out of the van. Jessica took a sharp intake of breath from the pain of the strong grip on your arm "No sir it's not. Now will you please loosen your grip? You’re hurting me." Jessica said her temper starting to reach its breaking point. The other guard noticed the thin layer of ice starting to form around his workmates feet "Hey Philippe loosen your grip befor you become a human popsicle." he said pointing at the other guards feet. "Wh-?" he looks down at his feet befor pushing Jessica a bit ahead "Great the little freak froze my feet to the ground!" he said the other guard starts laughing a bit befor saying "Good luck with that. I'm going to make sure she gets to where she needs to be." he said befor he escorted Jessica to the Asylum. As Jessica takes the flier and starts to read it the guard said "Now do as that thing tells you and try to not to freeze anyone else to the ground." The guard said leaving Jessica to go find the Commons Room.
'Well at least the second guard wasn't a total prick' Jessica thought looking at the map and finding which way the Commons Rooms was. She walked their with her hands in her baggy Jean pockets when she enters She takes a seat in a seat in the second role from the back. She crossed her arms on the table and rested her chin on them. 'This place is going to be hell on earth isn't it?' Jessica thought
"Is that a threat?" the guard asked pulling her out of the van. Jessica took a sharp intake of breath from the pain of the strong grip on your arm "No sir it's not. Now will you please loosen your grip? You’re hurting me." Jessica said her temper starting to reach its breaking point. The other guard noticed the thin layer of ice starting to form around his workmates feet "Hey Philippe loosen your grip befor you become a human popsicle." he said pointing at the other guards feet. "Wh-?" he looks down at his feet befor pushing Jessica a bit ahead "Great the little freak froze my feet to the ground!" he said the other guard starts laughing a bit befor saying "Good luck with that. I'm going to make sure she gets to where she needs to be." he said befor he escorted Jessica to the Asylum. As Jessica takes the flier and starts to read it the guard said "Now do as that thing tells you and try to not to freeze anyone else to the ground." The guard said leaving Jessica to go find the Commons Room.
'Well at least the second guard wasn't a total prick' Jessica thought looking at the map and finding which way the Commons Rooms was. She walked their with her hands in her baggy Jean pockets when she enters She takes a seat in a seat in the second role from the back. She crossed her arms on the table and rested her chin on them. 'This place is going to be hell on earth isn't it?' Jessica thought
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Schools back in, so I'm gonna take a bit longer then usual, sorry.
I'm sorry to everyone I've faild so far...Life is hetic lately...I'm so tierd anymore. Please don't be mad at me I'm sure I'll fix everything soon. If you want to yell at me feel free.
I'm sorry to everyone I've faild so far...Life is hetic lately...I'm so tierd anymore. Please don't be mad at me I'm sure I'll fix everything soon. If you want to yell at me feel free.
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by Kirai-chan on Sat Oct 04, 2008 8:09 am
Amelia angrily yelled and fought the whole trip to the asylum. Her hands were bond behind her back and that ticked her off, but thankfully her feet weren’t bound...yet. Whoever tried to hold her down she kicked hard. She thanked all those years of martial arts.
The van suddenly came to a stop and so did Amelia. She looked around trying to see out of a window, but it was useless. There were men blocking each window she tried to look out of. She then saw the door slide open and someone grab her. “LET ME GO! DON’T TOUCH ME!” She yelled as they dragged her out of the big black van. She was still yelling when a hand covered her mouth. She quickly opened her mouth and bit down herd enough that it drew blood. The man who covered her mouth yelped and yanked his hand away.
“SHE BIT ME!” He yelled while examining his hand like he was going to get rabies from her biting him.
One they took the handcuffs off, she turned and punched one of the guys. The guy was about to hit her back when another person held him back. The person whispered something that Amelia didn’t catch and then gave Amelia a flier. She took the flier and read it over. She paid no attention to the strictness as she crumpled it up and looked at the building. It was huge and creepy looking. Sighing she walked inside and fallowed the directions that she read to the Common Room. She walked in and sat down in front of a kid who was smoking. She crossed her arms and glared down at the ground.
The van suddenly came to a stop and so did Amelia. She looked around trying to see out of a window, but it was useless. There were men blocking each window she tried to look out of. She then saw the door slide open and someone grab her. “LET ME GO! DON’T TOUCH ME!” She yelled as they dragged her out of the big black van. She was still yelling when a hand covered her mouth. She quickly opened her mouth and bit down herd enough that it drew blood. The man who covered her mouth yelped and yanked his hand away.
“SHE BIT ME!” He yelled while examining his hand like he was going to get rabies from her biting him.
One they took the handcuffs off, she turned and punched one of the guys. The guy was about to hit her back when another person held him back. The person whispered something that Amelia didn’t catch and then gave Amelia a flier. She took the flier and read it over. She paid no attention to the strictness as she crumpled it up and looked at the building. It was huge and creepy looking. Sighing she walked inside and fallowed the directions that she read to the Common Room. She walked in and sat down in front of a kid who was smoking. She crossed her arms and glared down at the ground.
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by Kwontumn on Sat Oct 04, 2008 8:38 am
Alexi woke to his alarm clock. He tried to remember why he had set his alarm to begin with when he remembered the speach that would take place soon. He jumped right out of bed to pick up the flier off the floor. He still had time to get ready for it.
He got dressed and combed his hair, grabbed his fedora from off his desk for a second time and slowly made his way to the door. As he twisted the handle again he saw the halls were a bit more busy. Alexi, closing the door behind, started to travel down the hallway.
He spotted a map of the asylum and tried to find his way. Left, then right, down 2 levels, straight, left and then i'm there he thought to himself, easily forgetting the way. He made his way to where most were gathering.
He first noticed a girl, who had her arms crossed and was just staring at the ground. I don't think so he thought to himself. He saw another girl who seemed very tired, or depressed. He nodded his head, he too was depressed but he wodnered if he looked like they did. He finally decided to take a seat next to the girl who had her head resting on her arms.
Not giving a greeting as usual, with the inability to talk usually resulted in just a wave. but since she wasn't looking him he decided to not give one. He adjusted his hat as he sat down, a sort of sad look on his face. Having so many people around him that were sad, depressed, or angry really gave him a sad attitude. He usually cared for other people, but not being able to talk did not allow him to.
Alexi finally realized I'm in hell...
He got dressed and combed his hair, grabbed his fedora from off his desk for a second time and slowly made his way to the door. As he twisted the handle again he saw the halls were a bit more busy. Alexi, closing the door behind, started to travel down the hallway.
He spotted a map of the asylum and tried to find his way. Left, then right, down 2 levels, straight, left and then i'm there he thought to himself, easily forgetting the way. He made his way to where most were gathering.
He first noticed a girl, who had her arms crossed and was just staring at the ground. I don't think so he thought to himself. He saw another girl who seemed very tired, or depressed. He nodded his head, he too was depressed but he wodnered if he looked like they did. He finally decided to take a seat next to the girl who had her head resting on her arms.
Not giving a greeting as usual, with the inability to talk usually resulted in just a wave. but since she wasn't looking him he decided to not give one. He adjusted his hat as he sat down, a sort of sad look on his face. Having so many people around him that were sad, depressed, or angry really gave him a sad attitude. He usually cared for other people, but not being able to talk did not allow him to.
Alexi finally realized I'm in hell...
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by IceFoxJess on Sat Oct 04, 2008 8:56 am
Jessica lifted her head and looked over at the guy who sat next to her 'He looks like he hates this place too…man I hate to see anyone look that sad.' Jessica thought befor she said "Hey. Are you all right?" Jessica asked him smiling a little. 'I might as well try to act like my normal self.' Jessica thought remembering how she use to be such a cheerful person befor in her own opinion became a freak of nature.
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by Kwontumn on Sat Oct 04, 2008 9:05 am
He was shocked by her question, he had concluded that she wouldn't talk, I guess you can't read a book by its cover. I bet so many of these people were happy like me once he thought for an instance. He then looked back at the girl, he wished he could reply but as always if he did so many people would be hurt.
Alexi tried to put a feble smile of his own Its always nice to try he thought. Motioning to the girl that he could not talk he lost his smile again. He then wondered what she could do, even though this place was filled with 'frieks' like him he had not seen anyone use there ability.
He then remembered he had that same piece of scrap paper in his pocket that said I talk, you deaf on it and showed it to her.
Alexi tried to put a feble smile of his own Its always nice to try he thought. Motioning to the girl that he could not talk he lost his smile again. He then wondered what she could do, even though this place was filled with 'frieks' like him he had not seen anyone use there ability.
He then remembered he had that same piece of scrap paper in his pocket that said I talk, you deaf on it and showed it to her.
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by IceFoxJess on Sat Oct 04, 2008 9:24 am
Jessica looked at the scrap piece of paper. "Oh that must be part of what happens with your abilities... well that is defiantly unique..." Jessica said not letting her little smile drop. 'Poor guy it must be horrible not being able to talk without hurting someone' she thought "Well I guess yours is easier to prevent thin mine; if I lose my temper I accidentally freeze somebody." Jessica said rubbing the red mark on her arm from where the guard griped her arm to hard earlier.
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by Kwontumn on Sat Oct 04, 2008 9:38 am
Alexi orignally thought discovering someone elses power would be fascinating, but when he heard her say she could freeze people he almost stepped out of his chair. This was not what he was ready for, being able to kill people with your ability. He was not prepared for it, the thought sickened his stomach. Alexi looked around, could other people kill with their abilities as well? he thought Could I kill someone?! he wondered.
He shook the subject off, and decided to offer his hand for her to shake. He mouthed his name 'Alexi' as she looked at him, her fake smile was a nice effort but they both knew it didn't really help the situation. The thought came into Alexi's head as his hand was awaiting hers What if she freezes my hand!? No idiot, she said only when she gets angry! he took in a deep breath of relief, he had just talked his own mind out of something. Thats something new... he thought.
He shook the subject off, and decided to offer his hand for her to shake. He mouthed his name 'Alexi' as she looked at him, her fake smile was a nice effort but they both knew it didn't really help the situation. The thought came into Alexi's head as his hand was awaiting hers What if she freezes my hand!? No idiot, she said only when she gets angry! he took in a deep breath of relief, he had just talked his own mind out of something. Thats something new... he thought.
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by IceFoxJess on Sat Oct 04, 2008 9:53 am
Jessica wasn't too surprised when she saw how Alexi was a little scared of what she could do 'I guess he's never really thought of what could exactly happen.' "Nice to meet you Alexi, I'm Jessica" Jessica said shaking his hand "And don't worry about the Freezing thing, the most I’ve ever done was freeze someone’s feet to the ground" Jessica said as her fake smile turned to genuine, gentle smile happy he wasn't too freaked out by what she could do.
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by Kwontumn on Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:01 am
As Alexi's hand did not freeze, he let out a quiet sight of relief. Freezing someone to the ground isnt that bad... he thought, he saw something new in her smile. It was not fake, he was somewhat intrigued by this, what was she thinking? She's gonna freeze you! his mind echoed Oh shut-up! was all he could come back with.
He then brought himself back to the norm and looked at Jessica. As he was off having a come back fight with his consience his mind told his mouth to say 'nice to meet you' and as Alexi's mouth opened and the words started to come out he thought NOT AGAIN! Don't do it! the words came out "Nice to meet you" but not the booming evil sounding voice but in his usual soft deep voice. He was kind of shocked, his actual first words in 2 weeks. He felt like an infant again, his face lit up with glee. He almost wanted to jump up and yell 'yahoo!' like a little kid he refrained from that.
He then brought himself back to the norm and looked at Jessica. As he was off having a come back fight with his consience his mind told his mouth to say 'nice to meet you' and as Alexi's mouth opened and the words started to come out he thought NOT AGAIN! Don't do it! the words came out "Nice to meet you" but not the booming evil sounding voice but in his usual soft deep voice. He was kind of shocked, his actual first words in 2 weeks. He felt like an infant again, his face lit up with glee. He almost wanted to jump up and yell 'yahoo!' like a little kid he refrained from that.
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by IceFoxJess on Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:26 am
Jessica couldn’t help but giggle a bit at seeing how happy was after being abel to talk. 'Well I'm glad to see that he's happy.' "Well it looks like you can talk without using your abilities. I'm glad to see that." She said glad to see someone with an actual smile around hear. 'It's not healthy to be sad or depressed all the time.' she thoght 'Anyways everything is allways better if you try to make it that way.'
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by Deja Vu on Sat Oct 04, 2008 5:11 pm
To blend in, to not be noticed. To sit back and observe, watch as others go about. Not worrying what happens, because your not there to them. He had always been good at that but now? Now he was taking his philosophy to a new degree. From the back of a black van to anyone he wasn't present. But they agents knew, they had caught him finally when one got wise enough to spray water around and hit him earlier.
The ride was uneventful and Tosh could have sworn the agents were just waiting on him to say something to instigate a fight. But he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. He would just sit back and go where the wind blew him, if it was good, of if it was bad. Whatever happens happens.
Time to get out freak.
No response from Tosh, the van had stopped and there still was no sign that he was even in the empty seat next to a beefy agent. The door opened and the agent shoved the seemingly empty air next to him out of the van. thump was heard, and Tosh decided that it was time to make himself known. slowly a translucent form appeared revealing he himself. Blond dreadlocks and baggy attire, Tosh was as harmless as he looked. The man who had shoved him so rudely out of the van pointed toward the main door of this strange place.
Any bystander would have thought it a trick of the eye as he became vividly back to the normal visibility. Brushing off the dirt he walked up to the large main door and opened it not knowing what to expect.
The ride was uneventful and Tosh could have sworn the agents were just waiting on him to say something to instigate a fight. But he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. He would just sit back and go where the wind blew him, if it was good, of if it was bad. Whatever happens happens.
Time to get out freak.
No response from Tosh, the van had stopped and there still was no sign that he was even in the empty seat next to a beefy agent. The door opened and the agent shoved the seemingly empty air next to him out of the van. thump was heard, and Tosh decided that it was time to make himself known. slowly a translucent form appeared revealing he himself. Blond dreadlocks and baggy attire, Tosh was as harmless as he looked. The man who had shoved him so rudely out of the van pointed toward the main door of this strange place.
Any bystander would have thought it a trick of the eye as he became vividly back to the normal visibility. Brushing off the dirt he walked up to the large main door and opened it not knowing what to expect.
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by OniIgnasha on Sat Oct 04, 2008 5:33 pm
Layla was pulled out of the van by one of the guards, a doctor from the hospital she had been at by her side with her file. Her hands bound and encased in a large metal box. It seemed a bit over done for a girl who was so small and seemed pretty, but the rest of the outfit she was in was just as insane. She as in a wet suit, though the entire thing had turned metallic and shimmered as she was lead to the front door. She stood there as the doctor talked with the guards at the door, then sighed as she was lead threw the front doors.
"What do we have here?" Asked the receptionist, a fairly young normal woman who gave Layla a cold hateful look. Layla looked at her with a blank face, as if she did not understand why the woman hated her, or why she was here.
"Another one of them. This one is undead, her power quite dangerous when she uses it. You might want to keep her away from the others as best you can." Said the male doctor beside her, handing over her file. Layla watched in silence, her eyes dull gray eyes blinking slowly.
"She will be put with the others. If she kills one we will file her." The woman snapped, turning to one of the guards and nodded. "Remove her restraints and bring her to meet the others." She said, turning her head and looking at the girl.
"Let them know what she can do. She won't last long here." She said, then went to add Layla's file to the files of the others that were already there. One of the guards walked over and removed the metal box and the cuffs from her wrists, grabbing her by her upper arm and dragging her off to find the other 'patients.'
"What do we have here?" Asked the receptionist, a fairly young normal woman who gave Layla a cold hateful look. Layla looked at her with a blank face, as if she did not understand why the woman hated her, or why she was here.
"Another one of them. This one is undead, her power quite dangerous when she uses it. You might want to keep her away from the others as best you can." Said the male doctor beside her, handing over her file. Layla watched in silence, her eyes dull gray eyes blinking slowly.
"She will be put with the others. If she kills one we will file her." The woman snapped, turning to one of the guards and nodded. "Remove her restraints and bring her to meet the others." She said, turning her head and looking at the girl.
"Let them know what she can do. She won't last long here." She said, then went to add Layla's file to the files of the others that were already there. One of the guards walked over and removed the metal box and the cuffs from her wrists, grabbing her by her upper arm and dragging her off to find the other 'patients.'
"When you wish upon a star... I will kill you, near or far..."
-Richard
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(01:10:26) [NPC] Bartender: Esari rolls 3d6 and gets 6,6,6.
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(01:10:26) [NPC] Bartender: Esari rolls 3d6 and gets 6,6,6.
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Re: Dark Asylum :: [IC] ( )
by tardmuffin on Sat Oct 04, 2008 8:15 pm
Chloe sat there silently -- she was looking around the room. It had started to fill up. She noticed that a couple people had started their own conversations and what not -- good for them, they had more guts than she did. Then something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Turning her head towards the door to the Commons Room she saw a man in a black suit. It seemed fresh and very streamline -- A bright red tie stood out from the completely black suit. He seemed to be a bit younger with his dark black hair nearly shaved off and somewhat faded at the sides. His scruffy beard threw her off -- she wasn't sure who he was but he was walking towards the podium at the front of the room which stood in front of the large pane glass window that showed the beautiful courtyard.
He stopped just short of his actual mission point to smile and shake the hand of what appeared to be a doctor in a long white lab coat. The doctor was a little older with premature salt and pepper hair that was feathered back away from his face and was clean shaved. Chloe kept her eyes and this mysterious beauty in black. For some reason she was drawn to him -- he was quite handsome actually and she had always found suits to be attractive.
He turned from the doctor he was speaking with and finished the space between himself and the podium. Fumbling with a couple papers on it and searching for a couple cards that appeared to be in the breast pocket of his blazer -- he finally had gotten himself together. Clearing his throat to try and gain the attention of the room -- leaving a smile on his face. The room seemed to calm down and quiet for him to speak.
"Hello, and welcome to the Dark Asylum." His voice was deep and mysterious -- very manly too -- not hoarse and harsh like some but gentle and soothing. Seductive if you will.
"I'm sure you're all wondering why you've been brought here -- and I will try my best to explain that to you. First off though I have some information for all of you." He turned around to a large white board that had been rolled behind him as he was welcoming everyone to the asylum. Picking up a black dry-erase marker he popped the cap and wrote on the board in large capital black letters -- 'Mr. Steinburg'. The name reminded her of Frankenstein for some reason. Though this wasn't a laboratory and he didn't look like any scientist. "I'm Mr. Steinburg -- and I am the head of operations here at the Dark Asylum. So, basically, if you don't know what that means -- it means that everything that happens here goes through me first." Picking up a bottle of water on the podium he took a swig.
"Alright, I am hoping to meet each of you personally sometime while you're here. So, don't be a stranger okay? And now you're wondering why you're here. I will try and put it as bluntly as possible. With the recent events of the nuclear bombs being dropped all over America -- people have been traumatized and mentally corrupt. There have been many changes happening everywhere -- and one of those is trying to gather the youth of the nation that is traumatized by the recent disaster. Everyone here is a little different and we're trying to help you the best we know how -- but the only way we can help you is if you help yourself. We're not here to hurt you or anything like that... only to help. So please, put your trust and confidence in us and we will not do you wrong." His deep voice seemed to be trying to coax us into something. Chloe started disliking this handsome spokesman.
"There are a couple rules here though... to help things keep in order." A couple nurses began to walk around and pass out more papers but none that seemed to be needing to be signed. It appeared to be scheduling and what a list of rules along with a place to put your name and room number which they had all yet to receive, "First off, we do try to keep a strict schedule. I know, schedules suck but it does help us structure the facility and you all along with ourselves really. Doctors should be able to get a hold of you whenever they wish so please keep your ears open for announcements over the intercoms. There are intercoms placed in each room also -- so your room can be personally addressed. Speaking of rooms -- you all get your own. We like everyone to have their own privacy -- but they will be checked if you appear to be a little suspicious and what not. We want to make sure there isn't any contraband in the rooms. Um, you're allowed to smoke but if you must please only smoke in the courtyard. Also, something I forgot with the scheduling -- the things on there are mandatory and if you're caught not attending them there will be consequences for your actions. Alright, with all of that said and done and whatever I missed being in your packets. The room assignment sheet is hung up beside the door so you can go ahead and look at that on your way out! Please do enjoy your stay here -- and I am supposed to announce to everyone that dinner will be served in the cafeteria in thirty minutes! It was nice to meet you all!" Mr. Steinburg walked out of the Commons Room in a hurry -- and eventually left the grounds completely.
Chloe stood and picked up her bags and things off the floor from where she was sitting. She decided to head over to the list of where the rooms were -- wanting to go and unpack at least. Her feet seemed to move without notice as she was closing the space between herself and the list. Finally reaching it, she set her luggage at her feet -- grazing her eyes over the list:
Isabella Darwin - 203
Amelia Connors - 205
Jessica Lockheart - 206
Catherine Chang - 213
Marcus Alexander - 315
Tosh Layman - 318
Alexi Prast - 320
Chloe Vendetta - 210
Riley Kade - 323
Rob - 326
Layla Ashen - 211
Jack Penfield - 327
Room 210 was hers -- picking up her things she decided to head that way.
He stopped just short of his actual mission point to smile and shake the hand of what appeared to be a doctor in a long white lab coat. The doctor was a little older with premature salt and pepper hair that was feathered back away from his face and was clean shaved. Chloe kept her eyes and this mysterious beauty in black. For some reason she was drawn to him -- he was quite handsome actually and she had always found suits to be attractive.
He turned from the doctor he was speaking with and finished the space between himself and the podium. Fumbling with a couple papers on it and searching for a couple cards that appeared to be in the breast pocket of his blazer -- he finally had gotten himself together. Clearing his throat to try and gain the attention of the room -- leaving a smile on his face. The room seemed to calm down and quiet for him to speak.
"Hello, and welcome to the Dark Asylum." His voice was deep and mysterious -- very manly too -- not hoarse and harsh like some but gentle and soothing. Seductive if you will.
"I'm sure you're all wondering why you've been brought here -- and I will try my best to explain that to you. First off though I have some information for all of you." He turned around to a large white board that had been rolled behind him as he was welcoming everyone to the asylum. Picking up a black dry-erase marker he popped the cap and wrote on the board in large capital black letters -- 'Mr. Steinburg'. The name reminded her of Frankenstein for some reason. Though this wasn't a laboratory and he didn't look like any scientist. "I'm Mr. Steinburg -- and I am the head of operations here at the Dark Asylum. So, basically, if you don't know what that means -- it means that everything that happens here goes through me first." Picking up a bottle of water on the podium he took a swig.
"Alright, I am hoping to meet each of you personally sometime while you're here. So, don't be a stranger okay? And now you're wondering why you're here. I will try and put it as bluntly as possible. With the recent events of the nuclear bombs being dropped all over America -- people have been traumatized and mentally corrupt. There have been many changes happening everywhere -- and one of those is trying to gather the youth of the nation that is traumatized by the recent disaster. Everyone here is a little different and we're trying to help you the best we know how -- but the only way we can help you is if you help yourself. We're not here to hurt you or anything like that... only to help. So please, put your trust and confidence in us and we will not do you wrong." His deep voice seemed to be trying to coax us into something. Chloe started disliking this handsome spokesman.
"There are a couple rules here though... to help things keep in order." A couple nurses began to walk around and pass out more papers but none that seemed to be needing to be signed. It appeared to be scheduling and what a list of rules along with a place to put your name and room number which they had all yet to receive, "First off, we do try to keep a strict schedule. I know, schedules suck but it does help us structure the facility and you all along with ourselves really. Doctors should be able to get a hold of you whenever they wish so please keep your ears open for announcements over the intercoms. There are intercoms placed in each room also -- so your room can be personally addressed. Speaking of rooms -- you all get your own. We like everyone to have their own privacy -- but they will be checked if you appear to be a little suspicious and what not. We want to make sure there isn't any contraband in the rooms. Um, you're allowed to smoke but if you must please only smoke in the courtyard. Also, something I forgot with the scheduling -- the things on there are mandatory and if you're caught not attending them there will be consequences for your actions. Alright, with all of that said and done and whatever I missed being in your packets. The room assignment sheet is hung up beside the door so you can go ahead and look at that on your way out! Please do enjoy your stay here -- and I am supposed to announce to everyone that dinner will be served in the cafeteria in thirty minutes! It was nice to meet you all!" Mr. Steinburg walked out of the Commons Room in a hurry -- and eventually left the grounds completely.
Chloe stood and picked up her bags and things off the floor from where she was sitting. She decided to head over to the list of where the rooms were -- wanting to go and unpack at least. Her feet seemed to move without notice as she was closing the space between herself and the list. Finally reaching it, she set her luggage at her feet -- grazing her eyes over the list:
Isabella Darwin - 203
Amelia Connors - 205
Jessica Lockheart - 206
Catherine Chang - 213
Marcus Alexander - 315
Tosh Layman - 318
Alexi Prast - 320
Chloe Vendetta - 210
Riley Kade - 323
Rob - 326
Layla Ashen - 211
Jack Penfield - 327
Room 210 was hers -- picking up her things she decided to head that way.
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